Kami Garcia Quotes

red plastic rain
her tears stain

Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. No, she's all right.

I love you, too, L. I think I always have.

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.

There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they're so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can't. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

Ladies first."
"Why is it men only say that when it's something horrible or dangerous?

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There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

Nothin' wrong with havin' a cat in the house. They can see what most people can't, like the folks in the Otherworld when they cross back over - the good ones and the bad. And they get rid a mice.

I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss

New York was the toughest place in the world if you couldn't afford your rent. On the other hand, if you could afford not only your own rent but the rent of a thousand other people, New York was the greatest city in the universe.

Lena Smoothed her hair. Crazy weather you have down here.

It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want

I'm a freak,you're a freak. Your house makes rooms disappear. My house makes people disappear. Your shut-in uncle is nuts, my shut-in dad is a lunatic, so i don't know what you think makes us different. -Ethan Wate

Life without Ethan was something worse than a nightmare.
It was real.
So real that I refused to believe it.

I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.

Then again, it's not like there's a right way to end a person's life, is there?

That small-minded brand of superiority women in Gatlin, like Mrs. Lincoln and Mrs. Asher, were so famous for.

I was lost before I found her in my dreams, and she found me that day in the rain. I knew it seemed like I was always the one trying to save Lena, but the truth was she had saved me, and I wasn't ready for her to stop now.

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box,
the warm blinds of a father
lost and last to know
lost and last to love
last boy lost
you can't see
even a bubble
once it's
popped

Love is a spell created by mortals

My dad used to say the evil we enact on each other is worse than anything spirits and demons can do to us.

Because we were dead, we could see everything. And because we were dead, it didn't matter what we could see. So the whole seeing-things-from-the-grave concept? Majorly overrated. All you ended up seeing was more than you wanted to in the first place.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

What can I say? Payback's a bitch. But here's the thing: So am I.

Reading cards again? What are they saying tonight, Amma?

His eyes softened. I thought maybe he pitied me, but it was something else. "Ultimately, it will be your burden to bear. It's always the Mortal who bears it. Trust me, I know."
"I don't trust you and you're wrong. We aren't too different."
"Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures." He was talking to me, but it didn't feel like he was talking about me anymore. "I apologize for the intrusion. I'll leave you to your sleep.

Darkness does not leave up as easily as we would hope.

Sugar and salt and kicks and kisses.

In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn't brought it up, and they hadn't brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don't ask, don't tell.

I don't want to fix you, Angel. I just want you.

Don't be stupid. You sound like his girlfriend. (Wesley Jefferson Lincoln)

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks
and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper.
She lived.

I still can't think about her being there. It doesn't make sense. Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely old hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs? That can't be how it ends, after everything, after everything she was.

I turn around and start walking, careful to keep my head down so no one sees the moment when the huge smile I was fighting finally breaks free. It takes every ounce of self-control not to look back and see if he's watching.

Everything you needed to know about the South could be found in either Savannah or New Orleans.

You must be really proud of yourself for pulling that one off." His eyes didn't waver from her face. "I'm almost never proud. They say it goes before a fall, and I'm not planning on falling.

Though I walk through the valley a the shadow a death, I fear no evil.

Everything in Gatlin was rigged. Why would the carnival games be any different?

Too much time will do that to you. Blur the edges between your memories and your imagination until everything feels like something you saw in a movie instead of your life.

Strength doesn't come from your memories. It comes from your heart. And the heart never forgets.

Look at me Ethan. Am I Dark, or am I Light?'
I looked at her, and I knew what she was. The girl I loved. The girl I would always love.
Instinctively, I grabbed the gold book in my pocket. It was warm, as if some part of my mother was alive within it. I pressed the book into Lena's hand, feeling the warmth spread into her body, I willed her to feel it- the kind of love within the book, the kind of love that never died.
'I know what you are, Lena. I know your heart. You can trust me. You can trust yourself.

I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor was bathed in a creeping shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped up into the walls ...

Who can judge the judge?

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

Within the hour, Abraham Ravenwood was denounced as the Devil, a cheat, a scoundrel, a no-goodnik, and a thief.

A little-known fact about me: I read all the time.

Mercy, look what Ethan found, your Tennessee Collector's spoon. I told you I didn't take it!" Aunt Prue hollered.
"Let me see that." Mercy put her glasses on to inspect the spoon. "Well, I'll be. I finally have all eleven states."
"There are more than eleven states, Aunt Mercy."
"I only collect the states a the Confed'racy." Aunt Grace and Aunt Prue nodded in agreement.

The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing.
Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't.
The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.

I was dreaming. Not in a dream - so real I could feel the wind as I fell, or smell the metallic stench of blood in the Santee - but actually dreaming. I watched as whole scenes played out in my mind, only something was wrong. The dream felt wrong - or didn't, because I couldn't feel anything. I might as well have been sitting on the curb watching everything as it passed by ... .

The anger welled inside me, with no where to go. I could feel it eating away at me. I knew if i didn't find a way to release it, it would destroy me.

You need help, and that's what books are for.

Hello, Ethan." "What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?" He seemed at a loss, for Macon, which just meant he didn't have an immediate and charming explanation on the tip of his tongue. "It's complicated." "Well, uncomplicate it. Because you climbed in my window in the middle of the night, so either you're some kind of vampire or some kind of perv, or both. Which is it?

You like that poet, Bukowski?" "Yeah," I answered, confused. "Don't try." "I don't understand." "That's what it says, on Bukowski's grave.

Could you be happy if you woke up and suddenly you were no one special?

Lena was going down the list of John's attributes in her mind, a list I was hoping wasn't too long. "He could see and hear and smell things I couldn't."
Link inhaled deeply, then coughed. "Dude, you really need a shower.

So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out.
Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.

Right under the sign that said WELCOME TO GATLIN, HOME OF THE SOUTH'S MOST UNIQUE HISTORIC PLANTATION HOMES AND THE WORLD'S BEST BUTTERMILK PIE. I wasn't sure about the pie, but the rest was true.

You look...like you. Perfect.

I need to talk to Lena There it was. I'd finally said it. The one thing that had kept me from being able to exhale all day. The thing that had made me feel like I couldn't sit down, like I couldn't stay. Like I had to get up and go somewhere, even if I had nowhere to go.

Every day was like a day out of someone else's life. Nothing had ever happened to me, and now everything was happening to me -- and by everything, I really meant Lena. An hour was both faster and slower. I felt like I had sucked the air out of a giant balloon, like my brain wasn't getting enough oxygen. Clouds were more interesting, the lunchroom less disgusting, music sounded better, the same old jokes were funnier, and Jackson went from being a clump of grayish-green industrial buildings to a map of times and places where I might run into her. I found myself smiling for no reason, keeping my earphones in and replaying our conversations in my head, just so I could listen to them again. I had seen this kind of thing before. I had just never felt it.

My brain tried to process it while my heart focused on beating.

I want a happily even after. The kind of happiness you have to earn. The kind you find after a broken heart or an injured knee. After a mistake that feels impossible to fix. It's the even after part that matters. I already have the happy part.

Fear is like a ten-cent magician. If you watch the trick a couple of times, you see the flaws and you know how the magician is doing it. But the first time, that same trick looks good. When we're scared, we don't always think things through. We react. It's human nature. Fear can make the wrong decision feel right. By then, it's too late.

Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.

As much as I love to dive into the action early, I think the hero's journey is important - the idea that the reader needs to experience the protagonist's everyday life before you turn that world upside down.

She was so pretty it hurt

Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord.

When you look up/ Do you see the blue sky of what might be / Or the darkness of what will never be? / Do you see me?
Kami Garcia/Margaret Stohl

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

This is not the end. It is not even the begging of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the begging.

But I didn't how to worry, because if there was one thing I had figured out about girls, it was that pretty soon they would give up trashing each other. They'd be too busy trashing me.

Great. Another girl with a notebook.

I think it needs work. Like all your other songs."
"Yeah, well, your face will need some work after I give you a good beatin'.

If you want to become a better writer, you have to write. But you also have to read.

No light no dark no you no me
know light know dark know you know me

It was like being born in Germany after World War II, being from Japan after Pearl Harbour, or America after Hiroshima. History was a bitch sometimes. You couldn't change where you were from. But still, you didn't have to stay there. You didn't have to stay stuck in the past, like the ladies in the DAR, or the Gatlin Historical Society, or the Sisters. And you didn't have to accept that things had to be the way they were, like Lena. Ethan Carte Wate hadn't, and I couldn't either.

Everyone actually stepped aside when she came down the hall. Like she was a rock star. Or a leper.

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

Cruor pectoris mei, tutela tua est!
Blood of my heart, protection is thine!

The soul dies at the hand of the one who carries it.

I used to believe that everyone gets one perfect day sometime in their lives - if they were lucky. But I had it all wrong. We don't get one perfect day. We get a lifetime of imperfect days, and it's up to us to decide what we want to do with them. Some days are hard, and they leave us feeling like we just got our asses kicked. That's the way I felt after Reed pushed me and wrecked my knee - broken and battered, with a life that would never be as whole as the one I had before. But broken and battered can become broken and beautiful.

We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.

Courage is a kind of salvation,

The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

They're headed for some place called the Great Barrier."
"A place that doesn't exist." Liv was shaking her head, checking the rotating dials on her wrist.
Link pushed away his plate, still covered with food. "So let me get this straight. We're gonna go down into the
Tunnels and find this moon outta time with Liv's fancy watch?"
"Selenometer." Liv didn't look up from copying numbers from the dials into her red notebook.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

I realized that sometimes we have to step outside the walls and fight. Sometimes the armor we thought was protecting us was actually weighing us down.

Let's be honest, Mr. Ravenwood. You have no place in this town. You are not part of it and clearly, neither is your niece. I don't think you are in any position to make demands."
"Mrs. Lincoln, I appreciate your candor, and I will try to be as frank with you as you have been with me. It would be a grave error for you, for anyone in this town, really, to pursue this matter. You see, I have a great deal of means. I'm a bit of a spendthrift, if you will. If you try to prevent my niece from returning to Stonewall Jackson High School, I will be forced to spend some of that money. Who knows, perhaps I'll bring in a Wal-Mart."
There was another gasp from the bleachers.
"Is that a threat?"
"Not at all.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

Arelia looked up at Macon. It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.

Are you accusing me of reading? ~ Ridley